nextgenerationmarvel | That's not what I meant by "to go". (Remi and others as requested.)

It had started with the fourth consecutive evening of not getting more than three hours of sleep. Insomnia and low need for sleep wasn't uncommon in the Stark bloodline, but being pregnant was a game-changer. Nearly the end of her gestation Alexa needed far more sleep than she ever had in her life, but the combination of her fast-working brain and a fast-moving baby conspired to keep her awake. And cranky: a full-on stomping temper-tantrum had been had twice before noon because she was so sleepy but couldn't sleep. Alexa didn't exactly consider it admitting defeat, but she did give in and decide to head down the block to the neighborhood Starbucks for an octo-shot Pumpkin Spice Latte, cup of whip on the side. It technically wasn't on the menu, but Alexa always brought her own cup, a space-dimensionally enhanced contraption that allowed her to appear to be carrying a normal venti cup with about a sixty-four ounce actual capacity. The baristas never seemed to mind. Even throughout her pregnancy Alexa was, much to Remi's chagrin, a regular at the store.

Which is why the barista knew exactly who to call when four weird-looking dudes dressed like extras in a low-budget Hawaiian horror movie blinked into existence, grabbed the redhead's wrists, and then blinked out again leaving behind the freshly-made PSL and the fairly unmistakable growl-hum of alien spacecraft in their wake. In stunned bystander speak? "Um, King Fishdude? Tiki alien guys stole your girlfriend. Or maybe it was that guy from Ancient Aliens. You wanna come get her latte?"

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Both of Remi's eyebrows shot up at the mention of her water breaking. The places he got shot were starting to blister, but he ignored it. He could still fly and carry Alexa. He wasn't that weak yet.

"I got you," he assured before trying to sweep her into his arms and fly away. They had a little breathing room from him knocking the aliens away and Alexa battering and scaring them.

"I know. Doesn't mean I'm not going to awkwardly try to spider monkey cling you."

Alex clutched to him for dear life, trying to avoid the blisters on his skin.

"I'm kind of heavy, I know. Okay, a lot heavy."

He didn't mind her clinging. Even when she brushed by his burns adjusting her grip. He put a shield around them as he flew them both back to the Imaginaut's craft. He wasn't sure his shield would hold off much, but it would ... deflect that heat beam right there.

"You're not heavy. You're carried by an Atlantean while carrying an Atlantean yourself. That makes you strong... and mine." Eyes on the destination, Remi.

"The mini Atlantean is heavy. Seriously." Her eyes narrowed a little, confusedly. "What do you mean 'yours'"?"

"We're sturdy people." He flew them into the space craft and tried to set Alexa on her feet.

He blinked at the question. "When you ask for absolute fidelity and I give it freely, there's a bit of mutual claim there. Unless you don't..."

He trailed off and closed his eyes for a moment. He opened those deep blues again and looked at her. "I flew through outer space, dragged my team with me, faced fiery aliens, and very possibly pissed off your father to come get you. Because I'm not letting the woman I love get sacrificed to some weird caffeine god. I thought the feeling was mutual?" She did drop the l-bomb first. Though he really wasn't aware he had just dropped it himself because the question was foremost in his mind.

Maybe she had reconsidered...? He wasn't sure. Maybe he should go out and punch some aliens.

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She wobbled a bit as he sat her down, but it was less the landing and more his words that sent her off center.

"The woman you...Remi, say that again?"

He reached out a hand to steady her just on reflex alone. It had been honed a bit during her pregnancy.

Remi blinked at being told to repeat something. He blinked again when he realized what he said. He licked his lips.

"I'm not letting the woman I l-love get sacrificed?" He tried not to wince about stumbling over it. He had admitted it. It was the truth. He stood by it.

"You said the l-word."

Alexa grinned.

"I think that means I win." Trying to navigate the hurdle that is her rather round belly, Alexa leans in and gives Remi a kiss.

"It's..." harder than he thought? Except he did it without really thinking. "... the truth."

He gave her a little half-grin as he rubbed the back of his neck. Though he stopped quick when it pulled on one of his burns.

He did raise an eyebrow at her declaring herself the winner. He was going to ask of what but decided the kiss was a more important use of his lips.

"You didn't die from saying it," she said when she broke the kiss. "I'd say a girl should get kidnapped by aliens more often but I really don't ever want to do that again."

"It could be a delayed effect." He paused and glanced around. "No. I guess not."

He smiled a bit. "There was less crotch kicking this abduction, but I wouldn't want to repeat it either."

His hand went gently against her belly. "So, a little important but... still need to pee? I'm not quite ready to catch our child here."

"Yeah, I think so. I mean, I did have a LOT of coffee back there."

He let out a breath. Some part of him was so glad to not have their daughter born here. He slowly pulled his hand away so she could maneuver toward the bathroom at the back.

"Speaking of, I saved your Pumpkin Spice Latte from the Starbucks. If this turned you off coffee, I'll have to figure out what to tell the scientists keeping it warm for you."

"You saved my PSL? Damn, babe. That's pretty impressive. How did you convince the scientists to keep it warm?" She waddled a little as he maneuvered her towards the bathroom.

"I'm still a fan of coffee. I just probably won't want Kona for awhile."

"Well, if they didn't they would have to deal with me and an unhappy you. Together we might be intimidating. Also, it's a scientific challenge." He would wait outside the restroom while she did her business.

"Good. I don't want to feel bad drinking my morning coffee in front of you." Guilt coffee never tasted good.

"I honestly think they'd be more intimidated by me than you. I'm mean when I don't get my coffee. Very mean. I throw things and activate lasers."

He gave a rueful smile. She was probably right. "Go do what you need to. I'll call in Mary and Jacob. We can get out of here before your father shows up to kill me."

That's not what I meant by "to go". (Remi and others as requested.)

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